The Returned Sword King Decided To Become a Tyrant chapter 78

trail (2)

“welcome.”

In recent years he has been visiting the Treasury Department frequently. It was something I couldn’t help but step into internal affairs.

And the face of Marquis Balter, the Minister of Finance, was pale even today.

“There is too much pressure on the Treasury these days.”

“pressure?”

“That’s right.”

Then he started talking about his troubles, but when I asked him why, he replied by rubbing his eyelids.

“Your Highness has budgeted for the localization of raw materials. However, other research departments at the Mage Tower, which did not benefit from the budget increase, are expressing their dissatisfaction.”

This is an unnecessarily long explanation, but in summary:

“You mean they want money too.”

“Yes, yes.”

Harvest produces sweet fruits, but inevitably required manpower and investment. In addition, fruits with no commercial value were left untouched and neglected.

However, if the fruit rotted away, it would only be difficult for the manager. And that was the problem that the current Marquis Balter was experiencing.

Of course, it wasn’t my fault.

“I remember explaining that it was Cromwell’s fault that there was a lack of research funding?”

Cromwell, who was appointed as the head of the research institute, embezzled more than half of the subsidies for one reason or another, including espionage activities for the Commonwealth and personal luxury.

Even using disciples to mass-produce fake projects.

It’s just that I didn’t reveal it openly, but the amount was beyond imagination… … .

So, now that he was gone, there would be no shortage of support money. Of course, I was the one who killed that guy.

Even so, it did not appear to be visible from the perspective of others.

“It seems that the wizards rebelled. If that’s the case, why did the temple do it… … .”

“Did they think they would have their own in the added budget?”

“… … yes.”

It was just so misleading. It was a whopping three times the budget, so there must be something falling on them.

But I just nodded my head.

“I’m not even going to tell you.”

“… … .”

“Or I will deliver it myself. I will thoroughly check and collect the predictions that were previously paid.”

“I will deliver it in the name of the Ministry of Finance.”

If necessary, I would have ordered an increase first. In any case, the Magic Tower was an institution that would be Esteban’s strength.

However, it was only ‘one year if necessary’.

“Increasing research funding doesn’t mean that useful research will come out. It’s not like progress is going that fast.”

“That, yes… … .”

Research was ultimately a matter of manpower and time.

It wouldn’t matter if investing money would yield immediate results, but for now, it was enough to kill Cromwell and return the research funds to normal.

In that sense, the reason I increased the Mage Tower’s budget was in large part because I knew that it would go in a direction without trial and error. It was only natural that the research funds would yield results.

anyway. Since Marquis Baltaire seemed troubled, I changed the topic of conversation.

“Has the contact from the head of the kingdom arrived?”

“That’s right. I will show you a report on him.”

“hmm.”

I accepted the report the Marquis gave me. Then he confirmed the contents and nodded his head in satisfaction.

“As expected, Mithril’s market price is generally high.”

“Anyway, since the age of chaos, the reserves of mithril mines have all dried up… … .”

From noble mtl dot com.

“You must be managing it well so that your tail is not stepped on, right?”

“That’s right. We are getting the proceeds back through at least three launders.”

“Right.”

Even though only a small amount of mithril had been released, he had already succeeded in securing a fairly high national treasury.

If trade with the Holy Empire and the existence of the mithril mine were revealed in earnest, they would be able to sell a large amount of mithril at this market price.

And in the end, it would be Esteban who would completely dominate the market.

“Reinforce manpower in Galderd Plain.”

“Are you planning to speed up the fortification plan?”

“okay. If you want to try different things soon, you will need that kind of money.”

Even though it was the Dwarves who built the walls, it was only natural that the efficiency of the Dwarves would increase as much if there were more workers to assist them.

Then, the fortification, which was scheduled within two years, took 1 year and 6 months. Or even shorter.

‘It must depend on the skills of the guys. Probably not bad.’

“All right.”

Marquis Balter, who nodded without objection, seemed to have decided to give me strength, just like my father.

Considering the power he had and his role, it was a very desirable phenomenon.

“Then what do you plan to do with the Holy Empire?”

“The Holy Empire… … .”

Will you start trading mithril and food before the fortress is completed? If not, would you go out after securing safety and power? was to ask it.

Of course, it was safe to say that the answer to that was also decided.

“Mithril is indispensable for making holy relics. Anyway, even the guys would be impatient with the agreement. On the contrary, they must be frustrated that nothing has been said yet.”

“You want them to bring up the contents of the agreement first.”

“okay.”

I shrugged and continued.

“I have already informed them of Esteban’s situation. But in that situation, what would happen if news of trade sanctions from the Federation reached them?”

“that… … .”

Marquis Baltaire paused for a moment and fell into thought. Eventually, when those eyes shone with confidence, a voice mixed with admiration came out.

“They will say it’s right and run to fulfill the agreement. Let’s announce the contents of the exchange between the two countries right away.”

“Then we might see additional gains from it.”

Did you call it push and pull? Anyway, I could say it was the word that best suited the current situation.

My eyes widened slightly as I continued to speak.

“Until then, we harvest the others first.”

“All right.”

Marquis Balter’s eyes shone brightly as he confirmed everything.

* * *

When I returned to the office, the letters that were cluttering the floor were already neatly organized.

And that wasn’t the end. There was not a single speck of dust left on the floor, and the windows were as clean as if they had been recently replaced.

Before long, my eyes wandered around the office and turned to George.

“The Magic Tower Master came and went.”

“I got caught right away.”

the obvious… … .

There was no way I could have passed over without knowing the scent of the thick magical power felt inside.

It was probably because of the help of the Mage Tower Master that he got rid of all those letters. Anyway, to the owner of the Mage Tower, George was also one of the benefactors who worked to normalize the Tower.

“Since he is not present, he asked me to tell him that he will go to train the little boy. He said he would come back later.”

“It is truly blind loyalty.”

I smiled and sat down. On the desk in my office, there was a letter believed to have been left by the owner of the Magic Tower.

When I glanced at the introduction, I saw that familiar words were listed.

‘Traces of ancient magic?’

… … Right. Have you already figured out the information you read from the canyon?

Before long, as I read the letter, my expression smiled with interest.

[…] … So the small person sensed that the factor of the storm that Your Highness confirmed was similar to the energy felt in the magic tower’s grand spell. And that was true of the artifacts Your Highness possessed as well.]

[It was a trace of magic from ancient times. Also, it is understood to be relatively recent, as is the time when the storm appeared.]

[…] … To conclude, it seems that the ancient magic that was buried is still left in the world.]

‘I see, I see.’

The existence of ancient magic.

It was a lengthy and exaggerated inference that would be hard to believe that a mediocre wizard had conjectured, but it was an inference that was close to the truth.

… … okay. It was a ‘close’ inference to the end, but at least it would be a story that had nothing to do with me.

‘It’s an ancient magic… … .’

That doesn’t sound too bad.

As for the factors that make Esteban rich and strong.

I put down the letter satisfactorily, recalling the events before returning. At the bottom of such a letter, the last words left by the archmage were glimpsed.

[And I think I can interpret this.]

* * *

these days.

Baron Vidor was in a good mood.

Courtship is coming from all sides towards the boss he serves, but where is the aide who is in a bad mood?

However, even small correspondence that should have been sorted out on its own was sent along with it. It was also a timid revenge against the first prince, who pushed himself into an undeserved position with the status of a baron.

So even now, while he was busy with his work, the baron’s smile didn’t seem to lighten.

smart-

“I will go in, Your Highness.”

Knocking on the door of the office, the baron tilted his head. It was because no voice could be heard from within.

smart-

“Hmmm… … majesty? May I come in?”

It was the same when I knocked again.

It was the same even though the sunlight shining through the hallway of the royal palace informed the fact that now was the time for the first prince to be in the office.

“The announcement of results is approaching… … Where have you been for a while… … .”

hmm?

Suddenly, the baron felt a sense of deja vu that something like this had happened before.

When was it? It was a very long time ago, but looking at what remained in my heart, it was clear that it was an impressive scene.

… … okay. for example.

Knock-!

“majesty!”

The baron hurriedly opened the door to his office and, realizing that no one was inside, clutched his forehead.

It was really like that time.

But the possibility still remained. 1 The possibility that the prince was away for a moment, a very short time.

It was around the time when he checked the note left on the desk that the baron fell into despair.

“This, this… … !”

Crooked and ugly handwriting.

It’s definitely George’s. 1 Prince’s, not that George’s.

However, the content was surprisingly similar to that time.

-I’m leaving for a while.

The baron sat down in his seat feeling a terrible dizziness.

Yes, this scene was familiar to him. Exactly, Prince 1 pushed himself into the delegation of the Federation Empire. then and that

The baron cried out, stretching his hands out into the air.

“Your Highness will soon have to make an announcement about the Mage Tower’s achievements… … !”

Between the arms of the baron who was crying like that, the script he had prepared with great effort poured down.